Chapter 1024: Desperate Situation

"Flee!"

The Piaoman general turned around and shouted at the top of his lungs toward the direction of the Piaoman camp.

Seeing that they had struck empty air, the Piaoman soldiers also felt that something was not quite right.

In the first charge, it was they who had been defeated; there was no reason for the Great Song army to head toward the Great Swamp.

Then, only one possibility remained.

While they were defeated and fleeing in panic, the Great Song army had taken advantage of the chaos to circle around to the rear of their camp.

Now, with another general letting out such a roar, they were terrified and ran wildly toward the north, disregarding everything else.

They hoped to escape the encirclement before the Great Song army completed it, rather than being driven into the Great Swamp.

"Huff, huff!"

The distance of ten li seemed to become exceptionally long in this instant.

In order to return to the camp as quickly as possible, they even discarded their Weapon.

Even so, after a bout of wild running, their strength was greatly depleted, and many soldiers' breathing became heavy.

When they returned to the camp, they were almost exhausted.

Yongya and many generals looked at the returning soldiers, dumbfounded.

He grabbed a general and roared, "Why did you flee back without charging? Do you want to die?"

The general was almost crying, and he said urgently: "The Great Song army's camp is empty; except for a pile of Artillery left behind, there is nothing left."

"What!" Yongya's body seemed to stiffen.

The generals also gasped in shock.

After being stunned for a few seconds, Yongya suddenly turned around, climbed onto a Warhorse, reined in the horse, and fled toward the north.

The generals also followed Yongya on horseback one after another.

They naturally realized the severity of the problem.

Now, he regretted it so much that his intestines were turning green.

It was their hesitation for too long over whether to launch a second charge.

This gave the Great Song army time to react.

At the same time, he began to understand that the Great Song general he was facing was no fool, but a battle-hardened old fox.

His every step of calculation was under his control.

It was just that, in the end, everything was too late.

Before he had run a hundred meters, he saw firelight flickering in the north, and at the same time, violent gunfire rang out.

"It's over!" The climate of the Piaoman Kingdom was hot and humid, but at this moment, Yongya felt icy cold all over.

He could not go north, so he thought of the east and immediately urged his horse to flee toward the east.

Just after going about three hundred meters, gunfire broke out again in the east.

Immediately, he led his troops toward the west, but there was also a Great Song army in the west.

Clearly, their flanks and retreat routes were all sealed off, leaving only the road to the Great Swamp.

"Damn Great Song, damn Yan Wang, damn..." Driven into a desperate situation, Yongya yelled and cursed.

After a brief hysteria, he immediately ordered the generals to reorganize the soldiers and charge toward the north with all their might.

He had to stake everything on a single throw to break out!

However, having encountered attacks from the Great Song army on all three sides, the Piaoman soldiers were already in chaos.

Although the generals kept shouting, they were still unable to organize the more than three hundred thousand people.

Seeing this, Yongya could only order the soldiers who had already been organized to charge north.

"Da-da-da..."

On the open wilderness, the sound of the Machine Gun was exceptionally clear.

One hundred and eight Machine Guns were deployed in three directions, reaping the charging Piaoman soldiers in rounds.

For precise shooting, Illumination Flares were fired high into the sky, lighting up a patch of the wilderness.

"Hahaha... you wanted to drive us into the Great Swamp, now it is you who are going to enter the Great Swamp." Guan Tong looked toward the battlefield and laughed loudly.

The Piaoman had only a small number of elites equipped with firearms; among them, some were Rifled Muskets, and most were Flintlocks.

The remaining majority of the Piaoman soldiers were merely soldiers with cold weapons.

Even to them, soldiers holding Flintlocks and Matchlocks were no different from soldiers holding swords and blades.

Only the Rifled Muskets could pose some threat to them.

But this threat was also limited.

His soldiers would not stand there foolishly to be targets for them.

"Fire, fire hard!" Guan Tong shouted again.

The number of Piaoman soldiers was greater than theirs; this was a fact.

But the Piaoman soldiers did not have nearly as many Bullets as they did,

and this was enough.

Under his command, the Vermilion Bird Army soldiers poured Bullets continuously into the charging Piaoman soldiers.

Before long, he noticed that the number of Piaoman soldiers attacking toward the north had increased, and they had become organized and disciplined, different from the chaotic formation just a moment ago.

Realizing something, he immediately ordered soldiers to be drawn from both flanks to strengthen the firepower in the north.

Immediately, the northern line, which had been struggling somewhat, gradually pushed the battle line back.

The battle lasted from night until dawn, and then until the sun rose.

The sky was completely bright, and the vision of the Vermilion Bird Army soldiers became clear, allowing them to better observe the battlefield.

It could be seen that under the slaughter of this midnight, the corpses of the Piaoman soldiers were piled layer upon layer, and fresh blood had dyed the green grass red.

However, the fighting continued, and the Piaoman soldiers kept charging, attempting to break through their encirclement.

Yet, if they could not break out when visibility was poor at night, they naturally could not do so in the daytime.

Most importantly, after one failed charge after another, the momentum of the Piaoman army gradually waned, no longer possessing the aura of a stampede of beasts as it had at the beginning.

Observing that the Piaoman soldiers had a tendency toward a collapse in morale, Guan Tong issued orders once again, having the Vermilion Bird Army advance forward to shrink the encirclement.

Just as Guan Tong had expected, the current Piaoman army was indeed on the verge of collapse.

Especially the two nations of Funan and Nanzhang.

In the past, they were the most submissive to Great Song and had no old grudges with Great Song.

It was only because they were occupied by the Westerners and Great Song was unable to protect them at the time that they submitted to the Frankish.

Therefore, to them, they would submit to whoever was strong; it was simply not worth risking their lives for.

Now, seeing that the Great Song army was so powerful, they had long since harbored different intentions, from the generals down to the soldiers.

They did not put their hearts into the charges at all and would retreat upon encountering setbacks.

As for the elite forces organized by Yongya, after half a night of attrition, they were almost entirely lost.

No matter how the remaining remnants and defeated generals drove them, they were unwilling to charge.

They were not stupid; going meant certain death.

Therefore, taking advantage of the darkness, many soldiers fled toward the Great Swamp in the North Territory.

Breaking into the Great Swamp meant a slim chance of survival, but staying here meant certain death.

"Is my Piaoman finished just like this?" Yongya looked up at the sky, the hatred in his heart difficult to extinguish.

After suffering setback after setback, he finally recognized the strength of the Great Song army.

He had to admit that the current Great Song army was more than twice as strong as the Frankish army of the past.

Even if the current Western Lands Allied Forces were to fight the Great Song army in person, he feared they would not be able to gain any advantage.

This was the root of his despair.

While he was in despair, he suddenly felt the "rat-tat-tat" sound of gunfire drawing closer and closer.

Looking out, he saw the Great Song soldiers in deep green uniforms moving forward continuously, advancing step by step.

And his soldiers, like prey chased by a fierce tiger, were fleeing in all directions.

They no longer cared whether the north was the Great Swamp; they swarmed toward the north to escape.

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